#doobie-writes

[sparkletacoz01]

Ha ha sillays

[zeherili-ankhein]

A major part of the marauders fandom have hc of James Potter being desi, right? I am not a big one myself, but here's a fic idea.

Songfic? Modern AU? Yeah both.

James and Lily just enjoying their post graduation dating life while dancing in the rain on the song Zoobi Doobi

— James teaching Lily the lyrics and the meaning beforehand so she would understand what's it all about.

— Lily having trouble with catching up on the fast lyrics because she is still learning. But enjoying nonetheless.

— Them being all soaked, happy, laughing, loving and forgetting a big war is going all.

— And everything's just Happy.

PLEASE SOMEONE WRITE IT I BEG YOU!!!

(got inspired by the little dancing photo of them in the movies)

Part 1, 2, 3, 4

This is part 1 of my Bollywood x Harry Potter fic ideas

@foreignink

[abowlofsourcream]

Ru roh!

[chimivx]

i'm 400 words into soobin and he isn't even in the scene yet and i'm melting ????????????????????????????????????????

[1004tyun-archive]

choi line squirting hcs since we got tyunning? 🥺 i feel like especially yj would be into it i mean HELLO those lips djsjfjejfj but no pressure 🥺💗💗 hope you have a good day/night 🥰

okay so yeonjun would absolutely love it, imagine the first time it happens when you're sitting on his face and at first, you feel so embarrassed, apologizing for basically waterboarding him lmao but as soon as yeonjun's able to come up for air, he just lays there in absolute bliss like.. "holy fuck babe that was amazing.. i made you do that??" like he's just so eager about it and so astonished and he wants to have you fuck yourself on his tongue again just so he can experience it all over again and it ends up becoming his fave way to make you cum 🤭🤭 (not yeonjun being active on weverse while i'm writing this dhjghjshg)

i hc soobin as an amazing service top and def into breeding kink so when he makes you squirt, it's definitely while he's in the process of milking you for all you've got. he's a little spent but seeing you get all wet and messy on his cock gives him the push he needs to keep sending you over the edge. he's definitely the type to get pussydrunk so i imagine him wanting to make you do it over and over again, especially while he's inside you so he can feel you gush around him

beomgyu would def tease you about it. like, without a doubt. in fact, i think he would aim to make you do it by edging you for the longest time, getting you panting and frustrated as you try to grind yourself on his fingers and when it happens, he's like "see? i knew you could do it~" and he revels in making you so flustered about it but he makes sure to let you know he loves it as he licks his fingers clean and looks you right in the eyes as he does it

[lunaticpsyker08]

A happy Doom bringer with his friends

bonus! doom swimwear concepts -> kinda suggestive...

[zappedbyzabka]

Just watching. Super casual.

[beezleberry-breakie]

Gods and Monsters

James x reader

Warning: religious stuff (its more pagan than anything else), mentions of sexual assault, blood sacrifice, and cutting

xx Your kingdom had been in a pointless war with their northern brethren over some silly royal bullshit for years now. One is which you had lost everyone in your immediate family but your mother. After so many years of seeing nothing but bloodshed and having to mend the endless number of soldiers who cried for aid on your doorstep. Enough had been enough.

xx You began to research about the Gods of old. Stifiling through the old tomes within your home, whose pages had long since yellowed. Though no man in your kingdom had prayed to these gods for centauries. You knew these gods had no quarrel with entertaining mortal's prayers. They were ones' who were willing to take sacrifices to end any problem that was presented before them.

xx There were many tales of four Gods that soon surfaced in your findings. One whose vanity brought all in the kingdom to their knees. Another who could predict and send waves of death just from their fingertips. The third whose own presence cultivated sickness, each footstep rendering all around in bounds of pestilence. And the fourth. The fourth whose name was hailed as a god of war. Who once called upon could destroy nations. This one was who you decided to pray to.

xx Day after day, every morning and night you had prayed to this god. Offering goblets of your own blood to quench his dry throat. Begging that whatever you have would be his. Yet as the weeks passed, you received no reply, and each week the battles of war had waged closer and closer to your home. You refused to give up. Even when the long toiling from the days of tending to soldiers' wounds had rendered you sleepless. Even when the blood sacrifice had left you sluggish, sick, with scars littering your thighs. You knew that this god of old would hear you. He had to.

xx Time passed into months before the war had finally made it to your door step. The sounds of gurgling screams and metal slicing into skin echoing through the air. Soldiers within your home, scrambled from off their sick beds to seek shelter. To seek safety. They never made it far. You and your mother were captured. Now prisoners of war. Dragged to the enemy's general who deemed your knowledge of healing could be used to satisfy his own army.

xx There were days you both attended to the sick, but then there were days your mother had warmed soldiers' bed in order to preserve your own purity. In those nights, you prayed harder to your god of war. Tears falling as you heard the sounds of your mother forcefully satisfying the cruel soldiers in the camp. It never enough. Soon the appetite for one to satisfy all had grown tedious. Boring. Old. You were now in their sights. When they had dragged you from the medical tent, you screamed, cried, and fought only to be struck in the chest or stomach. It was all a sick joke as many of the soldiers laughed, chanting, taunting, and even pinning your crying mother to the earth, forcing her to watch what was about to befall.

xx One solider in particular had claimed you for first lay. His legs straddling over your lap, his hands ripping your clothes down to undergarments. A cruel bolstering laugh leaving his lips as he saw the scars on your thighs. "I hear you every night little mouse", he leaned forward, his all too warm hands pinning your trembling wrists above your head. "Your gods have abandoned you long ago. I am your god now".

xx Prayers fell from your lips as the loud jeers from the soldiers circled your form. Your eyes pinched in horror while you felt you oppressor pull your legs apart positioning himself to finally take you. There was no going back, your gods had long deafened themselves to your pleas.

xx "Please. Save me" a final whispered cry. Then

S I L E N C E

No sounds. The soldiers had seemingly disappeared. All that now surrounded you was blackness that rivaled even the night sky. Every whimper and cry you produced was swallowed by the darkening void, as if something was trying hard to muffle the noise. Had you ascended yourself to a plane of non existence as to rid yourself of what was happening to you? Or had you truly died during the brutal act? You sobbed harder.

Xx “Enough, my little lamb”, a soft touch to your cheek. You flinched against the hold, tears burning hotter as they flowed down your cheeks. A sigh. This voice…did not belong to the solider who was forcing to bed you. No. This voice vibrated the very scene around you, dark and grained like the the burning of a wheat field in the dead of night. You choked a sob, but the voice demanded silence. “No one will hurt you again little lamb”. Though you had refused to open your eyes; you could almost see the warmth that had wrapped around you, cradled your head, and spread through you body like fire. The feelings was almost sickeningly nauseating, like death had just brushed by. Yet, your exhausted form had welcomed it. Your arms circling around the warmth’s neck, face resting against its shoulder. “Please”, another plea, this one answered by a soft kiss to your forehead before a deep chuckle echoed into the void. “Only for you”.

GRAAAAAAWRRRR. Another one that I started a month ago and can’t finish but want to D:. Where has my inspo gooooooooooone. Anywaaaay this was suppose to be a gods/demon fic about James, Max, Xavier, and Seth. They were suppose to be said beings that reader prayed to for whatever reason selfish or not…may come back to this later as I have a constant hardon for all things supernatural. Sigh….obviously not hard enuff for this one but that maybe the burnout talking.

I do not own James, Max, Seth, Xavier, or the VN Bloodlust Devotion. They are @hotpinkmoon s babies

[philhoffman]

Back this week with another Monday Philm—Hard Eight (1996), to celebrate Paul Thomas Anderson's birthday and continue the gambling theme after watching Owning Mahowny a few days ago. (They almost couldn't be more different films, but actually some funny similarities between them).

I love the pocket fire scene so much, it's so perfectly PTA. “Things happen. This happens, that happens, shit just happens.” And it was brand new pair of jeans, too!

John C. Reilly balances his role so well—his character John can be goofy, yeah, but not overtly so, not to the exclusion of a darker, harder side. Anderson does such a great job casting actors for roles that, as he proves, are well within their wheelhouse but most other directors wouldn't envision. Adam Sandler in Punch-Drunk Love is big one but also Reilly here, Paul Dano in TWBB (where is his Oscar), PSH as Phil Parma (at a time when he was not getting such gentle types).

Philip Baker Hall was definitely not playing against type here but it's his type for a reason—that face belongs in casinos and shady rooms. Just spent 20 minutes trying to find a photo of him as a young man and couldn't find one, which proves my point! Sydney is an underrated PTA character, PBH an underrated actor.

Cocky stinky cringy annoying Young Craps Player I love you! Sometimes I have a lot to say about this character and what a stunning one-scene performance this is, and sometimes I just like to stare at his arms in that too-tight shirt. Tonight I am looking (only kinda respectfully) at his biceps <3

[currentpresident]

Don't know if this has been done before but I'm gonna write a fanfic called Velma & Louise. Velma is sick of the gang treating her like crap so she's the one committing the crimes now instead of the one always solving them. She also meets someone called Louise. It's a smash hit. Watch this space.

[thehottestbastardhere]

im gettin a minor surgery next week and will be on some pretty powerful pain meds for a couple days afterwards! i just wanna have a silly goofy time watching some stuff and trying to have an okay experience with healing n such. pros n cons shall be in the reblogs if a rember.

[hattoriscap]

"dan titty"

[janmorrill]

Day 16: The Ingenuity of a Goody-Two-Shoes

I had fun writing a “Spring” scene today. I’ve mentioned before that my memoir is a work of creative non-fiction. Since much of the story takes place 2-5 decades ago, I don’t remember a lot of the non-fiction details, such as exact conversations, what the weather was like, etc. So, that’s where the creative part comes in. I have no doubt some of the characters in my memoir would remember parts…

[kakujis]

🐻 for ask game my king barou

ask link!

[1004tyun-archive]

what about….ahem…what about cam boy!soobin 😔

cam boy! Soobin edging himself orrrrr cam boy! Soobin being such a soft dom 😔😔😔😔😔😔

By the end of the live he rewards the person who has tipped him the most(spoiler: it’s reader!) with a private call🤭🤭🤭 and just like that you two end in some kind of situation-ship and once in a while you two stream together

OUGH THIS IS SO HOT ANON

camboy soobin taking the chance to ask you about what turns you on and how long you've been a fan and you're shyly having a conversation as he takes his clothes off and you realize he's palming himself through his grey sweatpants. you're hypnotized by those big hands stroking his cock through his pants and the tent that's forming so you ask him to take them off and he asks you to beg for it, and you do with 0 hesitation.

"please? i need to see your cock, i need you to stroke yourself in front of me. i wanna see you cum. please, daddy?" you whine and soobin's lips twitch into a smirk.

"no one's ever called me that before," he says. "i've been called a lot of things, but never daddy. call me that again and i'll give you what you want, baby."

so of course you oblige, the name daddy leaving your lips like a prayer. soobin smiles and tilts the webcam so that it's just his lips and his torso showing. he tugs his sweatpants down until they're completely off and his big hard cock is flush against his stomach. he's stroking slowly and fucking into his fist at an agonizing pace, he's definitely doing it to tease you because he wants to take his time with you and make sure you get the most out of this private call 😳

"show me how you're touching yourself," soobin commands and you tilt your camera down to show that you're holding a toy against your core through your clothes.

"don't be shy. take your clothes off," he says. you get naked and your core is in full view in the webcam as you rub your vibrator against your clit as you watch soobin stroke himself through half lidded eyes.

you end up cumming at the same time and once you're able to catch your breath, you end up talking for longer than you thought you would and, because you're feeling bold, you end up asking for his number 🤭

[kitkatcadillac]

i will say my tastes are almost definitively shaped by classical and prog anyway so when a pop band makes a song that sounds like four different songs broken into pieces and arranged together to make one smooth, groovy but cohesive song, i foam at the mouth. also obviously ballads and theatric albums but like you know